You know what’s hard work? Going through a divorce, she’s trying to get all my money now. She can have half of it, I don’t give a shit. The other half, hard work, mine! Some guys on their team are fuckin’ divorced. Three guys there, who’s fuckin’ marriages are in the fuckin’ toilet.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
